Never Have I Ever: My Life (So Far) Without a Date

I mean, I always want everyone to kiss me, but I also don't want anyone to ever even think about trying any funny business because I swear to God I will yell and run. It's sort of hard to explain.

We talked just enough for me to know that I was basically in love, but not enough for me to know any real information about him, except for the fact that he had incredible cheekbones—which is really all I needed to know anyway, right? A good set of cheekbones can take care of me, encourage me, make me laugh, raise my children.

“If there were one sentence that explained everything you feel right now, what would it be?”
I thought about it for a second.
“I fucking hope that everyone dies.”